Left To Lose
Sitting in Grandma's chair
We could be anywhere but we don't look back
No we don't look back
It's funny how it used to be
The rain washing over me
I was calm and in control
Like the banks with all the gold
Now we're selling all our souls for free
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
Sitting in Grandma's chair
We could be anywhere but we don't look back
No we don't look back
It's Lizzie from the isle of dreams
She'll sell you anything
But she's got no soul
They're just pictures on a phone
And she's stepping on your toes for free
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
To you, to you, to you, to you
If time would stand still
You would rob me of my thrill
I feel there's nothing to live or die for
You bring out the nihilist inside me
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
To you, to you, to you, to you
We could be anywhere but we don't look back
No we don't look back
It's funny how it used to be
The rain washing over me
I was calm and in control
Like the banks with all the gold
Now we're selling all our souls for free
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
Sitting in Grandma's chair
We could be anywhere but we don't look back
No we don't look back
It's Lizzie from the isle of dreams
She'll sell you anything
But she's got no soul
They're just pictures on a phone
And she's stepping on your toes for free
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
To you, to you, to you, to you
If time would stand still
You would rob me of my thrill
I feel there's nothing to live or die for
You bring out the nihilist inside me
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
How can I be down when I've got so much left to lose?
How can I give up when I've got so much left to prove?
To you, to you, to you, to you
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Writer(s): Jack Allen
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